The golden rays of the morning sun shone down on the city of Indraprasth, bringing with them, a new day. As the day awakened, so did the inhabitants of this great city. In the streets, children were laughing as they played together. Women were going about their daily chores, buying groceries for the day and other necessities from the markets while the men went to their respective jobs.

The royal gardens hummed with the chirping of birds and the rustle of leaves as Karn walked down the wide stone steps, his young son Dhruvsen cradled securely in his strong arms. Beside him walked Draupadi, his love, his wife, his queen. He glanced at her beautiful face. Her hair, which had been braided the night before, was falling loose. A few strands of it were fluttering in the air, she smiled as she noticed his gaze. Karn smiled back at her, his blue eyes glinting. He loved her with all his heart, loved her more than he could ever express.

Dhruvsen, with dark, inquisitive eyes and an untamed mop of hair, squirmed slightly in his father’s arms. His face tilting up to look at his father,

Dhruvsen :- Pitashree, where are we going?

He asked, his voice bright with curiosity. Karn glanced down at the boy, his expression softening into a smile.

Karn :- We are going on a journey, my son. To Dwarika.

He replied, his deep voice carrying warmth. The boy tilted his head, his brows furrowing.

Dhruvsen :- Dwarika? Why are we going there?

He asked, his tone holding a mix of confusion and excitement. Karn’s smile widened as he explained,

Karn :- We are going to meet Mamashree Krishna. Do you like your Mamashree?

At this, Dhruvsen’s face lit up like a lamp and he nodded enthusiastically, his lips curving upwards in a broad smile. Karn laughed softly, the sound rumbling from his chest.

Dhruvsen :- Yes, yes! Mama Krishna is the best uncle in the world! He always brings me the most wonderful gifts!

He exclaimed, clapping his small hands. Karn chuckled, his rich laughter echoing across the courtyard. Draupadi, walking beside him, covered her mouth with her hand to hide her own mirth. Her eyes, bright like the morning dew, twinkled. She had never seen her husband this happy and carefree. She was glad for her son that he had such a loving father.

Karn :- And what else do you know about your Mama Krishna?

He asked, raising his brows as he gently lifted his son. Dhruvsen’s chest puffed up as though he were about to recite a great lesson.

Dhruvsen :- Ma tells me stories about him all the time! She told me how Mamashree Krishna lifted an entire mountain on one finger to save everyone from the storm! And how he defeated the mighty Kansa in a wrestling duel! He is so strong! So brave!

He exclaimed, his voice full of excitement. Karn grinned, his chest swelling with pride as he looked at his son.

Karn :- Yes, your Mamashree Krishna is very strong and brave. But not just that, he is also very intellectual and knowledgeable. Even the greatest and renowned people bow to him.

He said, his voice filled with admiration. Draupadi couldn’t help but smile, the bond between Karn and Krishna was unlike any other, as if they were one soul in two bodies. Dhruvsen glanced at his mother,

Dhruvsen :- Really ma!

He inquired with curious eyes. Draupadi laughed softly, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement.

Draupadi :- Indeed, I have told you those stories, but have I told you about your Mamashree Balram? He will shower you with a variety of sweets when we reach Dwarika.

She said, her voice like a gentle breeze. Dhruvsen wrinkled his nose at the mention of sweets.

Dhruvsen :- I don’t like too many sweets, kakashree Arjun says a warrior should not eat too many sweets. He says warriors need to eat food that makes them strong!

He declared solemnly, his small face scrunching up. Both Karn and Draupadi burst out laughing at the earnestness in his voice. Karn glanced at his son with a mixture of amusement and pride.

Karn :- You’re right, my boy, a warrior does need strength. But you can eat whatever you like. You will grow strong no matter what.

He said, nodding. They had reached the grand chariot waiting at the edge of the courtyard. The chariot gleamed in the morning light, its intricate carvings of divine creatures glowing golden against the dark wood. Four majestic white horses pawed the ground, their manes fluttering as the charioteer held their reins steady.

Karn placed Dhruvsen on the cushioned seat of the chariot. The boy scrambled to find his balance, his small hands gripping the edge as he looked around with wide eyes. Karn turned to Draupadi, holding out his hand. She smiled warmly at him, her fingers brushing against his as she climbed into the chariot, her sari trailing elegantly behind her.

Dhruvsen wriggled into the seat between them, his excitement palpable. His small legs dangled over the side of the seat, and he kicked them idly as he looked around the bustling courtyard.

Karn :- Ready?

He asked, glancing at his wife and son. Draupadi nodded, her expression soft as she gazed at her husband. Dhruvsen let out a cheer, raising his arms in the air. Karn turned to the charioteer, his voice ringing clear and commanding.

Karn :- Let us go.

The charioteer flicked the reins, and the horses surged forward with a powerful gallop. The chariot lurched slightly before settling into a smooth rhythm, its wheels rumbling over the stone path. The wind picked up as they passed through the grand gates of the palace, leaving a trail of dust behind them. The horses pounded the earth, their hooves striking against the stone in a rapid beat.



As the chariot sped through the city, the streets came alive with activity. Merchants called out their wares, their voices mingling with the clatter of hooves and the hum of conversation. The citizens of Indraprasth stopped to bow or wave as their king passed, their faces lighting up with admiration and respect. Dhruvsen leaned over the side of the chariot, waving enthusiastically at the people.

Dhruvsen :- Look, Ma! Everyone is bowing!

He exclaimed, his voice carrying over the wind. Draupadi placed a steadying hand on his shoulder, her smile gentle.

Draupadi :- That is because they love your father. He is a good king who protects them and brings them peace.

Dhruvsen turned to Karn, his eyes wide with wonder. Karn glanced at his wife, who sat with a smile.

Dhruvsen :- Is that true, Pitashree? Are you the greatest king in the world?

Karn’s expression softened as he met his son’s gaze.

Karn :- No, son. I am not. The greatest king is mere a term. You should say a good king. A good king is the one who serves his people with love and humility. Remember that, Dhruvsen.

The boy nodded, his young mind processing his father’s words. The chariot continued its journey, leaving the bustling city behind as it entered the open countryside. The landscape unfolded before them in a patchwork of lush green fields, glistening rivers, and distant hills. The air grew fresher, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers and damp earth.

Draupadi leaned back, the tension of palace life melting away as she enjoyed the soothing rhythm of the journey. She glanced at Karn, her gaze lingering on his profile. The morning light highlighted the strong lines of his face, his raven hair wind-tousled and falling over his forehead in a wild manner. He looked genuinely happy as he gazed out at the rolling hills. He met her gaze and smiled, his deep blue eyes softening.

She smiled back at him, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. He put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. She rested her head on his chest, her heart beating in rhythm with his.

Draupadi :- What do you think Govind will say? I promised to travel to Dwarika seven years ago.

She asked softly, breaking the comfortable silence. Karn smiled, his hand tucking the loose strands of her hair behind her ear.

Karn :- Madhav understands us better than any other, I'm sure he will understand, and he always has time for family. Especially for Dhruvsen. He’ll likely spoil him more than ever.

Dhruvsen let out a delighted laugh, already envisioning the gifts and stories awaiting him in Dwarika. Draupadi glanced at their son, her smile growing wider.

Draupadi :- Don't get your hopes too high, son. I'll be watching if you attempt any unwanted mischiefs along with your Mamashree.

Karn let out a low laugh at her words, his arm tightening around her. Their son’s laughter chimed in, his eyes gleaming. The three of them sat contentedly in their chariot, speeding through the open countryside.



The early afternoon sun streamed through the intricately carved jharokhas of Jhanvi’s chamber, painting the marble floor in golden patterns. Jhanvi reclined on a chair near the window, a book resting lightly in her hands. The warm rays of the sun, softened by a gentle breeze, made the room a haven of comfort. Her emerald-green sari shimmered under the light as she turned the pages, her calm face enjoying the peace of the moment.

The faint rustling of leaves outside added a soothing rhythm to the quiet, but something broke her concentration. Jhanvi felt a faint but distinct sensation, like the air shifting behind her. She paused, her fingers frozen on the page. Slowly, she turned her head, scanning the room with narrowed eyes.

Jhanvi :- Is someone there?

She called softly, her voice laced with unease. No answer came. The chamber was empty, the only movement coming from the flowing drapes by the window. She was about to dismiss it as an image of her imagination when a sudden crash startled her. Her head snapped toward the source of the noise—a vase lay shattered on the floor, its shards glinting in the sunlight. Beside it, a frightened cat darted into a corner, its wide eyes reflecting its fear. Jhanvi exhaled deeply, placing a hand over her racing heart.

Jhanvi :- Just a cat!

She murmured, shaking her head with a faint smile at her own nervousness. She bent down to pick up the shards but stopped mid-movement. A chill crept up her spine. She straightened slowly and turned.

Two figures stood before her.

They were unlike anything she had ever seen—tall and menacing, their forms cloaked in shadows that flickered like black flames. Their eyes glowed crimson, and wicked smirks twisted their ashen faces. One of them stepped forward, his sharp teeth gleaming as he spoke in a low, mocking voice.

“Princess Jhanvi, you have been summoned.”

Jhanvi opened her mouth to scream, but they were faster. In an instant, both demons seized her arms, their grip like iron. The room blurred around her as a vortex of darkness swallowed them. The world seemed to collapse in on itself, and then they were gone.

A few moments later, the sound of small, hurried footsteps broke the silence. Prasen burst into the chamber, his dark curls bouncing as he ran.

Prasen :- Ma?

He called out, his voice ringing with excitement.

Prasen :- Ma, where are you?

He stopped, his eyes scanning the room. It was empty, unnervingly so. The warm comfort that usually surrounded his mother’s room was replaced by an unsettling stillness. He called out again, louder this time.

Prasen :- Maa! Are you here?

Silence answered him. Prasen’s small brows knitted together. He walked further into the room, peering behind chairs and drapes, but there was no sign of Jhanvi. A sense of unease crept over him, but his childlike curiosity kept him moving. If his mother wasn’t here, she had to be somewhere. He ran out into the palace halls, his voice carrying through the marble corridors.

Prasen :- Ma!.... Ma!

Servants paused, their faces concerned as they watched the boy search. They joined the prince to look for his mother, the other family members too came to know about it. Word of Jhanvi’s disappearance spread quickly, and soon the entire family gathered in one of the grand chambers.

Inside the chamber, Rukmini sat on a cushioned bench, her arm wrapped around Prasen, who sat in her lap, trying to maintain his composure, with all the courage his six year old heart can muster. The queen’s soft voice murmured soothing words to the boy, but he remained quiet, his small hands clutching the folds of her sari. His eyes, however, burned with a resolve far beyond his years.

Rukmini :- You’re very brave, Prasen. Your mother would be proud of you.

She said gently, brushing a curl from his forehead.

Prasen :- I have to be strong. Mama Krishna is here. He will find Ma.

He said, his voice steady but small. Across the room, Balram paced, his expression a storm of fury. The elder Yadav’s powerful frame seemed taut with barely restrained rage. His voice was a low growl as he turned to Krishna, who stood near the window, his face calm but contemplative.

Balram :- This is the work of Pondrak! That coward has dared to send his minions into our home and abduct Jhanvi. What more proof do we need, Kanha? We should march to his kingdom and tear it down!

He declared, his fists clenching. Krishna remained still, his gaze fixed on the horizon beyond the palace walls. His golden robes shimmered in the afternoon light, but his serene expression gave no indication of the storm brewing in his mind. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm, yet it carried the weight of authority.

Krishna :- Dau.... your anger is justified, but we must not act in haste. If Pondrak is indeed behind this, he will send word. He is not one to miss an opportunity to gloat.

He said, turning to face his brother.

Balram :- Gloat? You expect us to wait for him to taunt us while Jhanvi remains in the clutches of his demons? This is no time for patience, Kanha!

He spat, his voice rising. Krishna approached his elder brother, placing a steady hand on his shoulder.

Krishna :- And if we strike now, without knowing the full truth, we may endanger her further. Pondrak thrives on provocation. We will not give him the satisfaction of seeing us act rashly.

Balram’s shoulders remained tense, but he did not argue further. His eyes, however, remained fiery, and his hand instinctively gripped the hilt of his mace. Prasen, who had been silent all this while, finally spoke.

Prasen :- Mama Balram, if Ma is missing, doesn’t that mean she’s in trouble? Shouldn’t we help her?

He said, his small voice cutting through the tension. Balram knelt in front of the boy, his fierce expression softening as he met the child’s gaze.

Balram :- We will help her, Prasen, no harm will come to your mother while we are here. If anyone dares to, I'll rip him apart.

He said firmly. Krishna stepped forward, his presence comforting. He knelt beside Balram, his radiant smile reassuring the boy.

Krishna :- Prasen, your mother is strong, and so are you. Trust me, we will bring her back.

Prasen nodded, his trust in his uncles evident. He straightened his small shoulders, determination lighting up his face.

Prasen :- I believe you, Mamashree.

Rukmini smiled faintly, her heart swelling with pride at her nephew's bravery. She glanced at Krishna, silently conveying her own faith in his abilities. Krishna rose to his full height, his face now a mask of resolve.

Krishna :- We will wait. If Pondrak seeks to use this as a bargaining chip, he will reveal himself soon enough. Until then, we prepare.

He said, addressing the room. Balram grunted in reluctant agreement, his fiery spirit barely contained. The family began to disperse, each retreating to their duties while the tension lingered in the air. As Krishna turned to leave, his gaze fell on the broken vase in Jhanvi’s chamber, the first clue of the turmoil that had descended upon their home.



The chariot coursed through the vast expanse of the countryside, leaving behind the bustling. The journey was mesmerizing, with villages passing by, their straw-thatched roofs peeking out from groves of palm trees. Fields of golden paddy waved gently in the breeze, their earthy aroma mingling with the sweet scent of wildflowers. Dhruvsen marveled at the scenery, his wide eyes absorbing every detail. Draupadi sat comfortably, her sari shimmering under the morning sun, while Karn sat with ease, the charioteer guiding their chariot through dense forests and open plains.

The rhythmic clatter of hooves slowed as they approached a riverbank. The sight that greeted them was unexpected and intriguing. A stone bridge stretched across the sparkling river, its weathered surface gleaming in the morning light. Nearby, under the shade of a peepal tree, a giant ape sat in meditation. The creature was massive, with fur that glimmered like gold and a tail that curled beside him in repose. His tranquil presence exuded a power that was both captivating and intimidating.

Karn narrowed his eyes at the sight. He leaned forward, his brow creasing as he scrutinized the ape. Dhruvsen clapped his hands excitedly, his face alight with wonder.

Dhruvsen :- Pitashree, look at that ape! He’s so big!

He called out, pointing at the stone bridge and the meditating figure. Karn smiled, the charioteer pulled the chariot to a halt. Karn gazed at the scene before them, a flicker of curiosity lighting up his face.

Karn :- This reminds me of a tale. When Lord Ram went to rescue Mata Sita from Lanka, his army constructed a bridge like this one, using stones to cross the vast ocean.

He said, his voice tinged with excitement. Draupadi leaned forward to glance at the ape, her face creasing with doubt. But the boy was curious as ever,

Dhruvsen :- Really? But couldn’t Lord Ram have built a bridge with his arrows?

He asked, his small face alight with wonder. Karn chuckled, his eyes twinkling.

Karn :- He could have, my son. Lord Ram was unparalleled with his dhanush. A bridge of arrows would have been swifter and just as effective.

At this, the ape stirred. His massive eyes opened, glowing like molten lava. He gazed at them, his presence radiating immense power. Karn straightened, a hand instinctively reaching for his bow. The ape's deep voice resonated in the air as he spoke,

“Not so, O King of Indraprasth, in Maharaj Sugriv’s army, there were apes of immense size and strength. A bridge of arrows could never have borne their weight.”

The ape remarked, his tone laced with calm authority. Karn raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.

Karn :- Is that so? I do not doubt the might of Maharaj Sugriv’s army, but a warrior’s skill lies in precision and strength. I believe even I could construct a bridge of arrows that would support even the heaviest of burdens.

The ape’s gaze sharpened, his lips curling into a subtle smile.

“If that is what you believe, O King, then prove it. Construct a bridge of arrows and demonstrate its strength.”

Draupadi frowned at the ape’s words, a surge of anxiety rising within her. But Karn was undeterred, a flicker of arrogance sparking in his eyes. Dhruvsen’s face lit up with excitement.

Dhruvsen :- Pitashree! Can you really do it?

He asked, bouncing in his seat. Draupadi glanced at her husband, a stern expression on her face. Karn, however, flowing with confidence, joined his hands respectfully toward the ape.

Karn :- So be it, I accept your challenge.

He said, his voice resonating with authority. He descended from the chariot, slinging his inexhaustible quiver of arrows over his shoulder. He took up his Vijay bow and touched it to his forehead in reverence. Draupadi and Dhruvsen watched with bated breath as Karn walked towards the river bank, surveying the flow of the water.

Drawing an arrow from his quiver, Karn took aim. He fired it into the air, its tip soaring over the river before plummeting into the water, forming the first step of the bridge. Another arrow followed, then another, each landing with a resounding splash, forming a bridge of interlocking shafts. Karn’s movements were fluid, almost poetic, as he constructed the bridge with unerring accuracy. His hands moved faster than the eye could follow, the arrows flying into place with deadly precision.



In moments, a shimmering bridge of arrows spanned the river, its gleaming shafts reflecting the morning light. Karn stepped back, his chest heaving as he surveyed his creation. The shafts were properly interlocked and as sturdy as they can be. Draupadi smiled in admiration, while Dhruvsen clapped his hands in awe.

Dhruvsen :- Pitashree, you did it!

The boy exclaimed, his voice ringing with pride. Karn turned to the ape, a triumphant glint in his eyes.

Karn :- The bridge is ready. Please, test its strength.

The ape rose, his towering form casting a shadow over the bridge. With deliberate steps, he approached the structure. The ground seemed to tremble as he placed a single foot on the bridge. To the astonishment of all, the bridge collapsed under his weight, the arrows scattering into the river below. Karn and his family stared in stunned silence, their faces a mask of confusion. The ape glanced at them, his lips tilting into a subtle smirk.

“It seems your bridge could not hold. Would you care to try again?”

He said simply. Karn’s brows furrowed, his pride stung. He suspected now that this ape was no ordinary being, yet he was not one to back down.

Karn :- I will try again.

He said, determination hardening his voice. This time, Karn fired his arrows closer together, leaving no gaps between them. If it was possible to construct a better bridge, he did it.

Such was the force his arms exerted on the bow when he drew an arrow that any other normal bow would snap in two. But Vijay bow was designed to withstand even the strength of the eldest Pandav, deafening twangs sounded like thunder roar when arrows were released.

Air seemed to vibrate as he fired arrows so close that there was no gap between them, the tips of the arrows were overlapping and supporting the ones below them. When the structure was complete, it gleamed under the sunlight, a testament to his unparalleled skill.

The ape approached once more, his movements slow and deliberate. He stepped onto the bridge, testing its strength. For a moment, it held. But as the ape took a second step, the structure gave way, collapsing into the river with a resounding crash.

Karn’s eyes widened in realization. This was no mere challenge—it was a lesson. Lowering his bow, he approached the ape with reverence. He knelt before the great creature, his head bowed and his hands joined in respect and apology,

Karn :- Forgive me, O Lord. I now see that you are no ordinary being. You are none other than the mighty Hanuman, the beloved servant of Lord Ram.

He said humbly. At his words, the ape’s form shimmered and transformed. Standing before them now were Lord Hanuman in all his divine glory, his golden fur shining and his eyes filled with boundless compassion. Draupadi and Dhruvsen quickly descended from the chariot, joining Karn in kneeling before the great vanara. Lord Hanuman’s voice was gentle yet firm as he spoke.

Hanuman :- O Kunti putra, your skill is undeniable, but arrogance can cloud even the greatest of minds. True strength lies not in proving oneself, but in humility and understanding one’s limitations. Your bridge collapsed, for it was a demonstration of your pride. You must learn the lesson of humility, for it is the greatest of virtues. Now you may proceed to Dwarika, but remember this lesson well, O Eldest Pandav.

He said, placing a reassuring hand on Karn's head, imparting him with blessings. Karn nodded, his heart heavy with the weight of the lesson.

Karn :- You are right, Lord Hanuman. I was blinded by my pride. Your words are a blessing.

Hanuman smiled, his gaze softening.

Hanuman :- Rise, son. My blessings are with you and your family. Know that I am ever present with you. As long as this banner flies, my protection will remain.

He pointed toward the chariot’s flag, where an emblem of an ape fluttered in the breeze. Karn, Draupadi, and Dhruvsen bowed deeply, their hearts filled with gratitude. As they rose, Hanuman vanished, leaving behind an air of divine peace. The family returned to their chariot, the lesson etched into their hearts as they continued their journey toward Dwarika.



The amber hues of the evening sky stretched across the horizon as Karn’s chariot approached the gates of Dwarika. The golden spires of the city shimmered under the dying sunlight, their magnificence undiminished by the tense atmosphere that hung in the air. As they entered the royal courtyard, Karn noticed the gathered Yadav family awaiting their arrival. He could sense their apprehension and anxiety. Something was amiss. Though the welcome was warm, there was an undeniable edge of unease in their demeanor.

Balram stood at the forefront, though he had a smile on his face, his demeanor was strained. Karn stepped down from the chariot went to touch his elder’s feet. Balram placed a hand on Karn’s head, blessing him, but his face betrayed a tension that Karn had never seen before.

Balram :- Welcome to Dwarika, Karn. It’s good to have you here.

He said, his voice gruff but sincere. Draupadi followed, approaching Rukmini with a composed smile. The queen of Dwarika embraced her warmly, her expression soft but overshadowed by concern.

Rukmini :- It's good to see you, Draupadi. You look more beautiful than ever.

She said softly. Meanwhile, Dhruvsen, unbothered by the tension, ran toward Krishna with uncontained excitement.

Dhruvsen :- Mama Krishna!

He cried, his laughter ringing through the courtyard. Krishna chuckled, his radiant smile breaking through the weight of the moment. He bent down and scooped Dhruvsen into his arms. Tossing the boy in the air and catching him with a grin, he set him down and ruffled his hair.

Krishna :- My dear Dhruvsen! How wonderful to see you. Have you come to visit your Mamashree?

He teased, tickling the boy playfully. Dhruvsen nodded enthusiastically, his eyes shining with excitement.

Dhruvsen :- Yes!

He exclaimed, giggling. Krishna laughed, his warmth momentarily lifting the somber mood. However, Karn’s attention was soon drawn to a boy standing hesitantly behind Subhadra, who stood a few steps away from the gathering. The boy’s large, dark eyes peeked out from behind her sari as he observed the newcomers with a mixture of curiosity and shyness. Karn’s brows furrowed slightly.

Karn :- Subhadra.... Is he?

He asked, stepping closer. Subhadra hesitated, her gaze flickering briefly to Krishna before answering.

Subhadra :- Yes, bhrata... he is Prasen, your son.

She said softly. Karn’s expression shifted to surprise. He approached slowly and knelt to the boy’s level, his tone gentle.

Karn :- Prasen.... My son....

He said, his voice filled with both awe and tenderness. He smiled at the boy, who was trying to hide behind Subhadra’s sari.

Karn :- Son, no need to be afraid.... I'm.... I'm your father....

He boy peeked slightly to look at him. He had dark, round eyes, raven curls, and the most delicate lips. He was so similar to his mother and yet he had Karn’s eyes and a sharp jawline. Anyone could point out that he was Jhanvi's son without a doubt. Karn extended a hand for the boy but he still seemed hesitant. Draupadi stepped forward to help.

Draupadi :- Prasen... my dear... I'm your mother too... will you not come to me?

She asked softly, her tone filled with affection. The boy glanced uncertainly between his two parents, then at his aunt Subhadra, who smiled with encouragement. He slowly walked towards Draupadi, who pulled him in her arms in an embrace. He could feel the same motherly warmth and affection that he had always received from his mother and clutched onto her as a couple tears rolled down from his eyes. Karn smiled at the scene and then glanced at Subhadra,

Karn :- Where is Jhanvi?

Subhadra’s eyes lowered, her silence heavy with hesitation. Before she could speak, Krishna intervened, his voice calm but firm.

Krishna :- Jhanvi has been taken. Abducted by Pondrak.

Karn :- Pondrak? The pretender who claims to be you, Madhav? Why would he take Jhanvi?

His tone sharpened, a flicker of both fear and anger crossing his face. Krishna’s expression remained serene, though his eyes darkened slightly.

Krishna :- Pondrak claims to be the true Krishna and, by that claim, declares Jhanvi as his sister. This is his latest attempt to provoke us.

Balram’s patience wore thin, as he walked towards them, anger radiating from every part of his being.

Balram :- Enough of this waiting and discussing! I’ve told Krishna already—this is an act of war! We must march to Pondrak’s stronghold and end his madness.

He growled, looking at the calm face of his younger brother. Karn nodded, his hand unconsciously tightening into a fist.

Karn :- Dau is right. Jhanvi’s life is at stake. We cannot let this insult stand.

Krishna raised a hand, silencing them all.

Krishna :- Both of you, calm yourselves. Pondrak’s actions are meant to provoke us into rash decisions. We will not give him that satisfaction. For now, let us discuss this matter further inside.

He said, his tone soft but firm, and walked towards the palace. Though reluctantly, Balram and Karn yielded, following Krishna into the palace. As they moved toward the main hall, Karn placed a hand on Prasen’s head in a gesture of reassurance. However, the boy flinched, his small body tensing as he clutched tightly onto Draupadi’s sari. Karn withdrew his hand slowly, a pang of sadness crossing his face, but he said nothing.

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Later that evening, the palace began to settle into an uneasy quiet. In a corner of the lush royal garden, Prasen sat alone on a stone bench, his small frame dwarfed by the towering trees around him. He stared at the flowers swaying in the breeze, his expression distant, as though trying to make sense of the whirlwind of events. Dhruvsen, ever curious and friendly, approached him with a bright smile.

Dhruvsen :- Hello! I’m Dhruvsen. What’s your name?

He said cheerfully. Prasen glanced up, his large eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the newcomer.

Prasen :- I'm Prasen.

Dhruvsen plopped down beside him, his smile unwavering.

Dhruvsen :- We’re brothers, you know.

He said matter-of-factly.

Prasen :- Yeah..... I know... Draupadi Ma told me.

The boy mumbled, his gaze returning to the flowers. Dhruvsen tilted his head, observing his new brother with interest.

Dhruvsen :- Yes. Your mother and my father are going to be married, so that makes us brothers!

He said with a nod. Prasen’s face softened slightly.

Prasen :- But don't expect me to call you bhrata, we're almost the same age...

He said softly. Dhruvsen grinned.

Dhruvsen :- Don’t worry! We’ll get to know each other now. I’ll even teach you how to use a bow. Do you know how to shoot arrows?

Prasen shook his head.

Prasen :- No, I love to use my mace, like Mama Balram.

He said a hint of pride creeping into his voice, making Dhruvsen laugh.

Dhruvsen :- Then I’ll teach you! And don’t worry about your mother. Pitashree will bring her back. He’s the greatest warrior ever!

He said confidently. Hearing this, Prasen’s eyes flickered with astonishment then hope. He glanced toward the palace, his gaze resting upon approaching figure of his father. Karn knelt before the boys, a hesitant smile on his face.

Karn :- Prasen. Are you still upset with me?

He asked softly. Prasen shook his head, a warm smile crossing his face. He scooted closer to his father and threw his arms around Karn’s neck. Karn hugged him back, relief and joy filling his heart.

Prasen :- I am a good son, and Mama Krishna always taught me that a good son cannot remain angry with his father!

The boy said innocently. Karn laughed, the tension in his shoulders melting away.

Karn :- Prasen, I promise you, I will bring your mother back. You have my word as your father.

He said cupping the boy's face. Prasen nodded, his face brightening.

Prasen :- I trust you Pitashree.

The single word struck Karn deeply, filling him with a surge of pride and emotion. He smiled warmly, his eyes softening. with love. He caressed their heads, his heart filled with promise.

Karn :- I got to know you love sweets very much.

Prasen nodded with a smile and glanced at Dhruvsen. Karn chuckled,

Karn :- When we return to Indraprasth, I'll have the most delicious sweets made for both of you. We have the expert cooks from all over Bharat working for us.

Prasen :- Really? Then I would try them all. New sweets everyday!

Karn’s heart swelled with pride and love at his son’s words. Unable to hold back, he reached forward and pulled Prasen into a protective embrace again. The boy didn’t resist, instead melting into his father’s arms as though he had found a long-lost haven. Dhruvsen, not one to be left out, threw his arms around both of them, laughing.

Dhruvsen :- We’re all together now!

He exclaimed. Karn chuckled, wrapping an arm around Dhruvsen as well. He held both boys tightly, his heart resolute. The warmth of the moment fueled his determination to bring Jhanvi back and to protect the family he now held so dear.



Jhanvi sat on the cold stone floor of the dimly lit room, her back pressed against the wall. Although the room was majestic and grand, with lavish carpets and tapestries, its beauty was overshadowed by her feelings of confinement and despair. The room was illuminated by candles all around and was guarded by Pondrak’s elite soldiers, who could be heard moving occasionally outside. Her only comfort was the fact that she was treated well, though her freedom was strictly curtailed.

Her cheeks were stained with dried tears, the flow had stopped. The raw ache of fear had given way to a determined calm as she whispered reassurances to herself.

Jhanvi :- My brothers will come for me. Bhrata Krishna, Dau... They won’t let anything happen to me.

She murmured softly, her voice barely audible in the suffocating silence. The sound of her own voice steadied her, and she took a deep breath, willing herself to stay strong. Her hiccups subsided, replaced by a resolute quiet. She closed her eyes, sending a silent prayer to the Gods for strength and patience.

But her moment of peace was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. Her heart quickened as the door creaked open, revealing Pondrak. He stepped into the room with an air of smug authority, his robes flowing around him like a dark cloud. His sharp features twisted into a smirk as his gaze fell on Jhanvi.

Pondrak :- Ah, sister. I trust you are comfortable.

He said, his voice dripping with mock familiarity. Jhanvi’s jaw clenched as she glared at him.

Jhanvi :- Don’t call me that, I am not your sister. You are a pretender.

She snapped, her voice filled with venom. Pondrak chuckled, unfazed by her defiance.

Pondrak :- But of course you are. As the true Krishna, it is only natural that you, the princess of the Yadavs, are my sister. I’ve already sent word to the imposter in Dwarika—Vasudev Krishna, as he likes to call himself. He needs to understand that your place is here, in the palace of the true Krishna.

His words dripped with attitude, but Jhanvi saw through his façade. The arrogance was merely a cover for the fear that gnawed at his heart. She understood him all too well—the desperation of a pretender trying to prove his worth.

Jhanvi :- There is only one Krishna, and that is my brother, Vasudev Krishna.

She said, her voice steady despite her trembling hands. Pondrak’s smirk widened, as if her words amused him.

Pondrak :- We shall see. The matter of the real Krishna will be resolved soon enough.

He said with an attitude that he always carried, but Jhanvi could feel his fear. He turned to leave but paused at the doorway. Glancing over his shoulder, he added,

Pondrak :- My court eagerly awaits the arrival of their princess. I suggest you prepare yourself for the honor.

With that, he walked out of the room, leaving the door to clang shut behind him. Jhanvi exhaled sharply, a mixture of frustration and relief coursing through her. She stood up, pacing across the room in an effort to calm her racing thoughts. Her eyes swept over the room, searching for any hint of escape. But the only light came from the candles.

Jhanvi :- Get this over with. I don’t care how long it takes. My brothers will come.

She muttered under her breath, her hands clenched into fists. Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft sound—a voice.

'Jhanvi....'

It was low at first, almost like a whisper. Then it grew clearer. Her heart skipped a beat as she turned toward the source of the sound.

Jhanvi :- Karn!

She breathed, her voice barely audible as she spotted him standing by the door, a faint golden light outlining his familiar figure. Her breath hitched, and her body froze in disbelief. Was this a mirage? Karn stepped closer, his eyes filled with relief, as his hands reached toward her.

Karn :- Jhanvi... are you okay?

He said. Jhanvi blinked rapidly, her vision blurring with tears.

Jhanvi :- Is this real?

She whispered to herself. Taking hesitant steps toward him, she stopped abruptly and pinched his arm. Karn winced playfully, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

Karn :- Ow.... Jhanvi, what’s the meaning of this?

He teased, but it was enough to reassure her that this wasn’t a hallucination.

Karn :- It’s me, Jhanvi. I’m real.

He said, his voice warm and reassuring. Before he could say another word, Jhanvi threw herself into his arms, holding him tightly. Her shoulders shook as the tears she had held in check flowed freely, and Karn stroked her hair in a gentle gesture of comfort. Her face buried in his chest, she smiled as she felt the familiar warmth of his presence. Her Karn had come for her.

Jhanvi :- You came.... I knew you would.

She looked up to scan his features. His face held a soft smile, as he wiped the tears from her cheeks. He looked more mature now. His eyes had lost the innocence that once radiated from them, now held a determination she knew well. Seven years, and she had missed him every single day. The thought filled her with renewed tears, her breath coming out in hiccups.

Karn :- I had to.... couldn't stay without you forever.

He said, his voice still filled with emotion. A warm smile crossed his face. He leaned close to press a kiss on her forehead, his arms tightening around her. Jhanvi closed her eyes with a soft sigh, her body relaxing in his embrace.

Jhanvi :- I’ve missed you so much. I knew you’d come.

She said, her voice muffled but heavy with emotion. He sighed, his chin resting lightly on her head.

Karn :- Again.... of course I came. How could I not?

She pulled back just enough to look at him, her hands moving to cup his face. Tears glistened in her eyes, but they were tears of relief and joy. Without hesitation, she began planting kisses across his face—his forehead, his cheeks, his lips, his eyes, and even his nose. Her fervent affection drew a low laugh from Karn. He grinned widely, his hands tightening around her waist.

Karn :- Don’t kill me with kisses, my love. I might forget why I’m here.

He teased, his fingers running through her raven locks. Her gaze softened as she pulled back to study him with a critical eye. Karn, with his broad shoulders and strong jawline, looked every bit the warrior she had fallen in love with, years ago.

Karn :- I’m not going anywhere, Jhanvi. You don’t have to—

Jhanvi put a finger on his lips, silencing him. She shook her head, her eyes never leaving his face.

Jhanvi :- You’re not leaving. And I’m not letting you go.

She interrupted, her voice fierce despite the smile on her lips. Karn chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

Karn :- I wouldn’t dream of it.

Their tender moment was interrupted by a familiar voice, light and teasing.

Krishna :- If your reunion is finished, perhaps we could focus on escaping?

He spoke from behind Karn, Jhanvi tilted to see her brother sitting casually on the windowsill, one leg dangling outside and the other resting in the room. His playful grin lit up his face, as he stared at them expectantly.

Jhanvi :- Bhrata Krishna! How long have you been there?

She exclaimed, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. Karn appeared to brush his fingers in his hair as he tried looking anywhere else but her brother, but it only made him appear more guilty.

Krishna :- Long enough to see the two love birds drowning in the ocean of love. I’d love to stay and tease you, dear sister, but I think we should leave before Pondrak decides to check on you again.

He replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Jhanvi nodded quickly, her embarrassment fading as urgency took over. Karn gave her a reassuring nod before turning to Krishna.

Karn :- What’s the plan Madhav?

Krishna gestured for them to follow him.

Krishna :- The guards are distracted for now. We should slip out through the forest before they notice we’re gone.

Karn moved to the window, glancing outside. A few soldiers moved beneath, their torches casting flickering shadows over the walls.

Karn :- Lead the way, please.

He said. With Krishna’s help, they climbed out of the window one by one, landing silently on the soft grass below. The air was cool, the night alive with the faint hum of crickets and the rustling of leaves. Moving swiftly but cautiously, the three made their way toward the dense forest surrounding Pondrak’s fortress.

Jhanvi clung to Karn’s arm as they sneaked, her heart pounding with a mixture of relief and anxiety.

Krishna led them with caution, his movements quiet and precise. Karn followed closely, his protective instincts on high alert. Behind them, Jhanvi stole one last glance at the fortress before disappearing into the safety of the forest, her heart lighter with the knowledge that she was no longer alone.



The air in the throne room was thick with tension as Pondrak paced back and forth, his anger radiating like a storm ready to break. His golden robes swirled with his agitated movements, and his fists clenched tightly at his sides. The room, usually grand and commanding, now felt suffocating under the weight of his frustration. His ministers and generals stood silently around him, exchanging uneasy glances, waiting for their leader’s wrath to find words.

Pondrak :- Gone! Krishna dares to sneak into my palace, into my fortress, and steal my sister from under my nose!

He roared, slamming his fist onto the arm of his ornate throne. The sharp crack echoed through the chamber, making several of the men flinch. His crimson eyes blazed as he turned to face his council.

Pondrak :- Do you realize what this means? This is not just an insult to me but to the entire kingdom! He mocks our strength, our vigilance, our power!

A younger minister, visibly nervous, stepped forward cautiously.

“My lord, perhaps this was... a strategic retreat? The imposter Krishna is known for his cunning nature. He may wish to provoke—”

He began hesitantly,

Pondrak :- Enough! Do not speak to me of strategy! This is no retreat; this is cowardice! Krishna knows he cannot stand against me, so he resorts to these underhanded tricks. But he has underestimated my resolve.

He barked, cutting him off, his voice dripped with contempt. The room fell silent again, save for Pondrak’s heavy breathing. He turned toward his generals, his expression dark and menacing.

Pondrak :- Ready the army. Every soldier, every chariot, every weapon. We will march on Dwarika.

He commanded, his voice low but laced with fury. The generals exchanged uneasy looks but bowed their heads in unison. One of them, a grizzled warrior with a scar running down his cheek, stepped forward.

“As you command, my lord. But... are you certain we should move so swiftly? Dwarika is well-fortified, and Krishna’s forces—”

Pondrak’s glare silenced him.

Pondrak :- Do not question me! Krishna’s forces are nothing but a shadow of their former glory. His reliance on trickery proves his weakness. I will crush his defenses, storm his palace, and end his reign once and for all.

He snapped. The ministers murmured among themselves, their apprehension growing. One of the older advisors cleared his throat.

“My lord, if I may—perhaps we should consider sending a final message. An ultimatum, perhaps, to demand his surrender—”

Pondrak’s laughter interrupted him, a sharp and derisive sound that filled the room.

Pondrak :- Surrender? Krishna will never surrender. He is too arrogant, too proud. No, I will not waste time with words. My actions will speak for me.

He sneered and turned back to the throne, his face hard with determination.

Pondrak :- This ends now, prepare the army. By two dawns, we march to war.

He declared, his voice echoing with finality.



Did you like the chapter ?

So Jhanvi has been rescued, Karn had met his son.

Let's move to war sequence in the next chapter.

How do you think would be the Krishna - Pondrak faceoff.

Do comment if you have any suggestions.

Will see you in the next chapter, untill then, take care and by.